Our favorite parts are what we’ll keep
Ornamental parts of love and parts of memories
So everything else has room to grow
‘Cause in better light, everything changes

So we can one day tell our story
Of how we made something of ourselves now

This is the end—of two and a half years in my little room—shuffling, shifting, stacking, rearranging, patching, painting, purging, and with time, nesting. Ninety-eight square feet that have been my space to seek silence and let go. It’s been beautiful. 
Days in a new space to come…

For my Dad, and his Dad—
 Every day you’ve worked—that you’ve lifted, fixed, inventoried, ordered and answered—every day has changed the course of every person who ate, thrived, was sheltered and educated because of your sweat and the grease under your fingernails. We have all been loved and cared for because cars need brakes, brakes need work and we’ll always need you to make the wheels turn. This shop is home.
Here’s to you, Northern Brake—the place where grease was born.